packed Dublin Tale by Mike Faricy, dashing detective Jack Dillon, formerly of the US Marshals, is still detailed to a special detective unit in Dublin, Ireland. American ingenuity (on both sides of the law) meets Irish tough guys (also on both sides of the law) in this humorous international mystery, to deliver hard-boiled crime fiction at its funniest! When an armored truck is robbed at a small airport outside of Dublin, one of the thugs hired to guard it is killed. Enter Jack – because the job looks exactly like the work of an American criminal he escorted to jail a couple of years back. But the surviving eyewitness says the shooter was an old lady. Things just don’t add up. Jack had better put the pieces together quickly because it turns out the dead thug was the brother of local crime boss Eamon Dunne, and Dunne looks ready to tear Dublin apart to get vengeance. Jack’s friend with benefits, Abbey, is not the girl you’d take home to mama, but she has very useful connections who could help Jack out – if only he would connect.

Life can get a little wild from time to time for John Marlin, the game warden in Blanco County, Texas—but few incidents compare to the stories flying around town at the start of this new deer season. Hunters are reporting an incredible sight: a six-foot-tall, drop-dead gorgeous blonde is roaming the woods, searching out camouflage-clad men with guns and disarming them with powers of seduction the likes of which none of them have ever come across before. Everyone has a hearty laugh at the expense of a few embarrassed hunters, until one of their own turns up dead in the woods. Now Marlin has a real mystery to deal with. Meanwhile, rumors are spreading about a new Blanco resident, an ex-New Yorker named Sal Mameli who’s ruffling feathers with his loud mouth and his penchant for getting his own way, no matter what the cost.

A dead husband might be sadder except that once Harry dies, his widow, Merle Bennett realizes almost immediately it was no wonder she didn’t know anything about him. They’d pretty much been leading separate lives—several of them, as it turns out. Still, the will’s quite a shock. And so is an intriguing surprise—Harry left her a family home in a tiny French village. Or maybe a family home. Because who was Harry’s family? Finding out is half the fun.

Merle sets out to claim her inheritance, adolescent son in tow, and thus begins a sojourn reminiscent of A Year in Provence mixed up with something by Carolyn Hart, maybe, or M.C. Beaton. Because Malcouziac, Merle’s tiny Dordogne town, is the quintessential village—just perfect for a murder. And a rollicking good time.

Jamie Winter loathes her job as a secretary in the sleaziest law firm in New Jersey. Trouble is, someone else loathes the whole firm—enough to kill one of the partners, the two-timing, eleven-fingered king of lowbrow television commercial spots, Dougie Digits. Now, Jamie is being strong-armed into investigating by Dougie’s frosty widow, Hilary. The suspect list is long, including the firm’s bookish paralegal, embezzling bookkeeper, ambitious associate, and resentful senior partners. Add to that list a mélange of oddball clients with grudges of their own, and Jamie has her work cut out for her. With assists from her studly landlord and husband-hungry sister, Jamie uncovers enough dirt on her coworkers to launch a tabloid in her hunt to find the killer…before he or she strikes again!

Every fangirl has a fantasy. What happens when that “if only” dream comes true?
I wrote a romance novel as a way to find escape in my unhappy marriage. I had no idea it would get published. Or that it would become an instant—and massive—success.

You know what else I didn’t know? That Niles Russell, the quirky and oh-so-private rock star who inspired the hero of my novel (and was the star of every one of my naughty daydreams) would find out about my book . . . and then proceed to text me.

What started out as an innocent digital convo quickly escalated until we found ourselves standing two feet from each other after one of his concerts. You won’t be surprised to hear that I felt the attraction immediately. But there was no way he felt it too.

Or did he?

It started with a girl. One he had seen many months past, and only for a few evenings. Her father, as it turned out, was a barbaric maniac, straight out of the foulest dungeons of the Middle Ages. Decades into the 21st century, the madman seemed terribly out of place. Yet he was also a powerful mogul – and determined to turn the life of every man who had ever been romantically involved with his daughter into a particular variant of hell only made possible by the latest VR technology. All seventeen of his girl’s former lovers would suffer in virtual reality until they snapped. The torturers had considered every possibility and taken every measure to assure their success. Not even death would offer their victims an escape. No harm would come to their bodies, of course. Only their minds. For the first sixteen, the project succeeded. But the seventeenth was different. The seventeenth was Dark.